They encircle the petrified block. They are hitting
the hulking mass of irreparable rampage with everything they have. The Brazilian
knock-out Fire is completely green and looks like an Irish Pentecostal Flame.
She is using her voodoo witchcraft prowess on the chunk of salivating granite
in front of her. She pissing everything from the tips of her fingers. Guy
Gardner is using his Ring Pop shaped Yellow Ring spraying him with hyphens of radiation.
Beams of piercing light slit on out Superman’s eyes. A continuous stalactite of winter ejaculates
from the fingertips of Ice. Bloodwyn is summoning sprits of the deceased
drilling out from his sockets every time he blinks in twin lasers. Booster Gold
is blasting his with some future alloy of nuclear frisson.
The being in the blue suit with the chalky claws his
being hit with everything on all sides
The rays are winnowing at the creature’s bulbous
attire. Booster Gold has coined the name Doomsday which the press somehow has
picked up and disseminated.
Flame is completely spent. She has nothing left inside of her to give.
The entire troop is enervating. They are pouring out everything that is inside
of them.
They have chafed his armor.
He has not moved at all.
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